My mushroom garden is coming along. Slowly. In addition to the four shiitake logs from last year, I've inoculated three logs with oyster mushroom spawn and three more with maitake spawn (aka hen of the woods). But then I ran out of logs. Perhaps I was overly ambitious when I ordered 300 mushroom plugs. Remind me not to buy my mushroom spawn on an empty stomach.
Since I still had 100 shiitake plugs left and I didn’t want to take down any trees unnecessarily, I’ve been trolling the mean streets of Waltham for additional logs. I spotted some in the driveway of a house en route to the park. One of the guys who lives there could often be seen making modifications to what looked to be a souped-up monster-truck-type vehicle. Frequently, he could be found washing caked-on mud off of it after what I can only imagine was extreme off-roading. He seemed like a nice enough guy, though, and who am I to judge other people’s hobbies. I mean, I write stories about my food. So, I decided to bite the bullet and knock on his door.
Monster Truck Dude answered. I asked if he, perchance, had any plans for those logs. He indicated they were slated for firewood. I scowled as I looked over at the gigantic barricade of firewood he had already amassed between his house and his neighbor’s yard. I mentioned my penchant for mushrooms and how those logs could probably grow some good ones. Edible ones, I clarified. He indicated that he liked mushrooms. How many did I need? I low-balled it at three. Take four, he said, and you can bring mushrooms in exchange. I explained that it takes a whole year for mushrooms to establish, but he said that was fine. Then, I happily hauled four logs into my car and promised to return someday.
Wow, it’s like this bartering thing actually works! See, this is where having that extra boob comes in handy. Perhaps this is the beginning of a high-risk, low yield mushroom CSA! I imagine getting a permit for that is no problem at all!